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THE STORY OF A PUMPKIN PIE 





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TOLD INVERSES BY 

Willi am e. barton 

AND IN PICTURES BY 
A.M. WILLARD. 


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Copyright, 1898 
By William E. Barton 


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FEB 1 7 1941 


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PUBLISHER’S PREFACE 


The author and artist of this book are so much better known in 
connection with other kinds of literary and artistic work, that a word 
concerning its origin will be in order. Just 
before Christmas, 1897, Mr Willard, the artist, 
sent to his friend Dr. Barton twenty pencil 
sketches illustrating the evolution of a pumpkin 
pie. Dr. Barton wrote some verses to accom¬ 
pany them for his own children. They gave so 
much pleasure to his little people and to 
others, and were enjoyed by so many older 
people as well, that the author and artist have 
consented to give them to other children. 

Dr. Barton is well known as the 
author of more pretentious works in 
theology, history, and fiction, and Mr. 
Willard is known as the painter of 
“Yankee Doodle,” the most famous 
patriotic picture painted in this country. 
His “Minute Men of the Revolution” 
is hardly less noted, and not less 
meritorious. His comical pictures also are widely known, with humor 
varying from the quiet Sunday smile that goes with “ Pitching the 




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Tune,” to the rollicking, boisterous laugh belonging to “ The Drum¬ 
mer’s Latest Yarn.” 

But Mr. Willard first became known to the public as a painter of 
children. His first pictures to attract 
attention of the public were a pair 
called “ Pluck,” representing a home¬ 
made cart occupied by some little 
folks, and drawn by a dog in hot pur¬ 
suit of a rabbit. These made their 
advent twenty odd years ago when the 
chromo was in its glory, and found their way into thousands of homes. 

It is interesting to notice the recurrence of the theme in these 
pictures. There is still a dog, and the 
children must be a generation younger 
than those in “ Pluck,” but they are 
the same sturdy, industrious, plucky 
little people. 

Mr. Willard’s children are always 
wholesome and attractive. They are 
honest, happy, unspoiled little folks, full of fun and ingenuity, and 
good companions for boys and girls everywhere. 

The Publishers. 




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This is the tale of a pumpkin pie 

And of Charlie and Fred. Just how and why 

They labored with their sister Nell 

And Towser helped, this book will tell. 

All boys and girls who read it through 
Will know what they themselves should do. 

If they will work, and wait, and try, 

They, too, may have a pumpkin pie. 

Where shines the sun with mellow light, 

And grass grows green and flowers are bright, 
There live our girl and jolly boys, 

In all the farm home’s cares and joys. 

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They drive the cows adown the lot 
Where cool the creek, though days are hot; 
In health and happiness they dwell, 

And what they do I now will tell. 



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“Hurrah!” cried Carl, “the sun shines gay; 
The winter’s gone. It’s warm to-day! 

Let’s gather sticks in the garden lot 
And make a jolly fire. Why not?” 


Then out ran Fred, and Helen, too, 

And Towser came to help them through. 

They raked the sticks, the weeds they brought, 
And every brier and twig they sought. 


It made a heap ere they did stop; 

Fred’s head was lower than the top. 

They lit the pile, the flames rose high; 
They laughed to see the bright sparks fly! 


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Said Carl next day, “ Now, Fred, we’ve found 
That we can work. Let’s plow the ground. 
We’ll make a garden all our own, 

And have a pumpkin in it grown.” 


A forked stick they quickly got, 

And started there to plow the lot. 

Carl was a horse, the dog another; 
The plowman was the younger brother. 


They turned a furrow deep and wide, 

And Helen walked the plow beside; 

And Nell cried, “Gee!” and Fred said, “Whoa!” 
And merrily did the plowing go. 


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But though they toiled and did not shirk, 
Their plowing proved too much like work. 
The plow was dull, the harness frail, 

Their plowing seemed but doomed to fail. 

Old Towser, who did not complain, 

Showed that he felt the heavy strain, 

And when they looked across the patch, 
Their furrow only seemed a scratch! 

Carl panted hard and scratched his head. 

“ I’ve had enough of that! ” he said. 

And Helen said, “Wait, boys, I’ll show 
You how to plow with spade and hoe! ” 


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IV 

They dug - away till almost noon, 

With spade and hoe and great big spoon. 
And Towser dug at a wee round hole, 
Pretending that he smelt a mole. 

The hours sped by as if on wings; 

Swift goes the day that pleasure brings. 

And deep they dug the mellow soil, 

And raked it smooth with patient toil. 

The noon bell rang; they cried, “Look here! 
See how we’re digging, mother, dear! 

Were nearly through. It can’t be noon! 
Keep dinner hot; we ’ll be there soon! ” 


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How good the dinner was that day! 

It makes folks hungry, thus to play. 

They ate their fill of bread and meat, 

And mother smiled to see them eat. 

Soon as the dinner-hour was done, 

Back to the garden did they run ; 

And Helen bore, as swift she ran, 

Some pumpkin seeds in a small tin pan. 

Fred dug a hole that was nice and round, 
And Charlie planted them in the ground; 
And Towser gazed as though he wanted 
To eat the pie before ’t was planted ! 


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They waited for the seeds to start; 

And patience is as great an art 
As farming is; but you must know 
Without it pumpkins will not grow! 

So many times they looked in vain, 
They thought they would not go again. 
Busy with other kinds of play, 

A week or more they stayed away. 

They waited till they ’most forgot, 

But one day, crossing o’er the lot, 

They went to look, and cried, “ At last 
They ’re up, and they are growing fast! 


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Well, after that there was much to do, 
But day and night the wee vines grew. 
Each day they helped their mother dear, 
Each week some wonder did appear. 

A yellow flower one day they found, 

In two weeks more a green ball round, 
That grew upon the pumpkin vine: 

And Carl and Fred cried, “ This is fine! 

Fred watched it with an eager eye 
And said, “ Now we shall have some pie 
And Helen called old Towser near 
And said, “A baby pumpkin, dear!” 


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So June passed on, and warm July, 

And up the corn grew rank and high; 
Beyond where they their seed had sown, 
The cornfield stretched, a forest grown. 

Upon the fence the children sat 
With bare brown feet and torn straw hat. 
Between the corn-rows on the ground 
Their pumpkin lay, large, green, and round. 

And Charlie said, “ Our pumpkin soon 
Will be as big as the great round moon.” 
And Towser peered o’er the fence so high 
With a knowing look in his wise old eye. 

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IX 

When autumn came, the children three, 
With books and lunch and noisy glee, 
Went off to school, their tasks to learn, 
And Towser waited their return. 

And then, so short had grown the day, 
They had but little time for play, 

But drove the cows, the chickens fed, 
Then supper ate and went to bed. 

But Saturdays they viewed their prize, 
And, lo, it grew to monstrous size! 

And autumn sunbeams shining down 
Colored the pumpkin golden brown. 


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Then came October clear and chill, 

With frosts that unripe pumpkins kill. 

They shivered in their beds so warm 
Lest Jack Frost should their pumpkin harm. 

But by and by they all agreed 
Their pumpkin now was ripe indeed. 

And on the next bright Saturday, 

’T was warm, and fine for work or play, 

They harnessed Towser to the cart 
And for the garden-lot did start. 

The pumpkin loaded they with skill, 

While Helen held old Towser still. 


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Behold the pumpkin borne in state 
Adown the field and toward the gate, 

With Helen perched upon its crest, 

And Towser doing quite his best! 

No queen upon a gilded throne 
More royally than Helen shone ; 

No steed more proud than Towser bore 
A princess to the palace door. 

The cart wheels rumbled o’er the road, 
And creaked beneath their heavy load. 

The boys cried loudly, “ Here we come! 
We ’re going to haul our pumpkin home! ” 


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“ Let dogs delight to bark and bite,” 

So Towser thought he had a right 
To chase a neighbors cur away 
Who came intruding that high day. 

He barked, he growled, laid back his ears, 
’Spite Carl’s rebuke and Helen’s fears. 

Nell tugged the lines; the boys cried, “Whoa! 
But fiercely on did Towser go! 

The neighbor dog fled like the wind, 

And Towser followed hard behind 
They struck a stone; out tumbled Nell, 

And out the precious pumpkin fell! 


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O Doctor Watts, thou didst not right 
In telling dogs to bark and bite! 

O Towser, thou didst little know 

How great the wreck thy wrath would show! 

The man who says that childhood’s woes 
Are small, but little childhood knows. 

The children wept and scolded sore, 

And Towser they would love no more! 

But through their tears like summer rain, 
The sun of hope shone out again. 

One glad discovery came to light, 

“ The pumpkin is n’t hurt a mite ! ” 


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What did it matter after that 
If Helen’s head and Helen’s hat 
Were badly damaged by the fall ? 

The pumpkin was not harmed at all! 

“ Cheer up! ” cried Carl. “ Nell, do not cry! 
It still will make a monstrous pie. 

Your hat’s all right. ’Twas pretty old, 

And mother, I am sure, won’t scold! ” 

They dried their tears and soon did start 
To seek their steed and broken cart. 

Towser, who waited them hard by, 

But wagged his tail and winked his eye! 


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The cart was broken, harness, too, 

But these young folks knew what to do- 
The saw and hammer quick they brought, 
And all their skill and wisdom sought. 

The wagon was in such a plight, 

To mend it took till almost night. 

The boys their anger soon forgot, 

And Helen, too, the aching spot. 

Towser so penitent appeared, 

They did not chide, because they feared 
To grieve him. So repose he sought 
While they repaired the ill he’d wrought. 


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At last ’t was done, and Towser stood 
Harnessed and vowing to be good. 
They rolled it in, and to the door 
The pumpkin now with joy they bore! 

Yet Charlie held to Towser’s rein, 

Lest he should chase a dog again. 

But never horse more faithful proved 
Than Towser to the lads he loved. 

And mother met them at the door: 

“ I never saw the like before! ” 

Was what she said; and her surprise 
Was better than a hundred pies! 


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Thanksgiving Day was drawing near 
With memories of a happy year. 

The children to the woodshed went 
Andto the axe their backs they bent, 

In golden crescents cut their prize 
To make it into pumpkin pies; 

Yet saved the seeds to plant next spring, 
That these might other pumpkins bring. 

A smaller pumpkin had they still, 

And carved it out with wondrous skill. 
Made eyes and mouth, put in a light, 

A funny lantern ’t was at night! 


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Then mother cooked each golden slice, 
And seasoned it with sweet and spice, 
And rolled the crust so crisp and thin 
To bake the precious pumpkin in. 

The children pressed the table nigh, 

Until the oven claimed the pie, 

And then with appetites most keen 
They scraped the pan and licked it clean. 

Old Towser, who was always there, 

Looked up and seemed to want a share. 
When their share ended his began, 

For after them he licked the pan. 


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And so Thanksgiving Day came round, 
And at the church our children found. 
They sat quite still, and did no wrong, 
But, oh, that sermon seemed so long! 

The minister to the people read 
The words the governor had said, 

And told the reasons why, thought he, 
They all should very thankful be. 

The children homeward took their way, 
Thankful for pumpkin pie that day. 

Old Towser shared their homeward pace 
With solemn look and Sunday face. 


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When half the turkey disappeared, 

And all the table had been cleared, 
Father and mother said that they 
Had had enough to eat that day. 

But all the children said, “Not I! 

We ’re ready now for pumpkin pie! ” 
So mother cut them each a slice, 

And, bless my heart, but it was nice! 

Fred took a great delicious bite, 

And Carl one larger had in sight. 

But Helen said, “Towser, come here! 
I’ll give you half of mine, you dear!” 


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CONCLUSION 

Now you who Ve read this story through 
Will know next spring just what to do. 
For patience and hard work, you know, 
Are needed to make pumpkins grow. 

To raise a pumpkin pie, you need 
Some other things than pumpkin seed. 

But patience seeds take long to grow, 

And now’s the time of year to sow! 

If you begin to practice now, 

By spring, I think, you ’ll know just how. 
And all you learn, I’m glad to tell, 

Is good for other things as well. 

If all you children do your best, 

Mother will gladly do the rest. 

And when Thanksgiving Day draws nigh 
I hope you ’ll get your pumpkin pie. 


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